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I get begged, I get ignored. | A Dissolute Life Means...
The candle on my bedside table gutters under the ceiling fan as I stretch out naked beneath my dark sheets. I imagine my creamy whiteness and soft curves stand out like the flesh of an eggplant against its skin. I hear you push through my front door, the puppy wriggle, and then see my bedroom …